I almost couldn’t take it today. I was so ready to just leave, it was unbelievable. I went 6 hours without my half and hadn’t eaten, so by that time it was about 4 in the afternoon. I could have dealt with that—it’s happened before. Hell I’ve gone days without food; I don’t complain about it anymore. But with how I’ve been feeling lately, I’ve been having to eat three times a day to keep myself standing. I brought an 800mg tablet of ibuprofen with me, and it didn’t even take the edge off of my pain.
Taking so long to get my half wasn’t what pissed me off though, it was the fact that everyone else was able to get one before I was. Even though I’d been there three fucking hours longer. I was also alone part of the time, so needless to say I was moving nonstop. I just got to the point where I was infuriated. One of the managers who has been giving me trouble lately, decided to be her typical lazy fucking self all day. She’s asking me to go into the freezer when I’m alone in the back (not even a cook with me), with four orders on my screen. Uh no. I think you can stop standing there and do it yourself. Or send one of your useless front people who get paid to stand around to go do it for you.
“Not until I’m finished with my orders,” I say, shrugging. I just grin. Yeah, that’s right. I’m not some sycophantic moron you can order around like a dog. I do actually have a brain and yes, I am a stubborn bitch and if I don’t like you, guess what? I’m not going to do jack fucking shit for you, darling.
Then the owner of the store came in and everyone was freaking out, and suddenly it makes sense that we have three people on in the back all of a sudden. Gee, is someone trying to kiss ass, I wonder? The last week it’s been me and one other person at dinner, and usually about an hour of it I was completely alone. Okay. I see what’s going on. He shows up, act like you actually have staff on at dinner.
I totally ignored all of their bullshit and rushing. I wouldn’t be rushed. I cleaned and did what I was supposed to. What makes me laugh is this manager I was talking about says, “Yeah, she’s sweeping and mopping like I told her.” Oh, did you? Uh, no I think I actually started doing that on my own. But thanks for taking credit, really!
To top it off with a cherry, I didn’t get my last ten. I also hate the owner of this store. He’s, well, quite frankly, an absolute cocksucker. He treats me like a mindless, lowly peon, therefore I completely ignore his existence, refuse to call him by name, and act like my typical sarcastic self in front of him because I simply don’t care. Don’t like me? By all means, fire me! I look forward to it. Really. It would be like going from hell to heaven in one fell swoop.
Mostly I just hate my life, but I guess that’s nothing new.